The Rulers' War

The air crackled with tension as Levan squared off against Drevon and Morvane's shadow beasts. Despite his formidable mimicry abilities, Levan's face was grim. He knew that every second of this battle drained his energy, and against Drevon's relentless chaos, it was only a matter of time before he faltered.

The massive wolf shadow beast lunged at him, its jaws gleaming with dark energy. Levan barely dodged, rolling to the side and countering with a telekinetic blast that only pushed the beast back momentarily.

Drevon stood amidst the chaos, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You look tired, Levan. Feeling the burn of all that mimicry?"

Levan didn't respond. He tightened his grip on his blade, preparing for another attack when a sudden tremor shook the ground.

From the horizon, three powerful figures emerged, their presence palpable. Deus, Dergo, and Ikana strode onto the battlefield, their expressions resolute.